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i stopped at the railing at the top of the stairs so no one would notice me.
the old lady seemed to have been yelling at the children.
i stood there for about thirty seconds, trying to comprehend what was happening.
they were talking about some girl.
i leaned in closer to hear as the old lady spoke.
"stay away from that girl; i sense trouble upon her."
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